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Oddly enough, the dragonet added his own sad-eye'd look and chirped unhappily. It hung it's head, and looked for all the world, as unhappy as Skye did. Calarlyth on the other hand was not looking too amused. He muttered darkly under his breath about others having the nerve to 'abuse' ladies... but didn't say anything, standing to Lyulfe's side, rather then do - or say anything rash. A restraining hand on his wouldn't have gone amiss. Aryxon, meanwhile chirpped sadly, and tugged at Skye's hair, his eyes pitiful. Skye could have sworn he had understood every word...
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